On this Day of the African Child and after a long day taking care of my young child, a little African girl and as she beautifully sleeps away, I shrug. Wondering how much supports am I able to give her in a day even though there are many days I worry about issues like food, rent, work, staying afloat and alive…
An African child is valuable, a beautiful gift. But many are inflicted upon traumas passed down from generations. Some children are lucky if they get an easy upbringing, with a little stressors along the way….what we have now is a global pandemic and systems failure which greatly affects how we parent.
It is so hard for parents especially in a world that tells parents they are always doing the wrong thing, making the wrong decisions, always feeling like you are not doing enough for your children. Society places the weight of understanding solely on us even though some of us may be buried in misinformation from the way we were cultured or made to understand things in the past.
A fear of not unlearning past coping mechanisms in time to share beauty with your child.
With loss of livelihoods, always worrying about if you’re hustling enough to do the best you can for your child.
Being a mother is the most scariest thing for me. I not only have to be accountable to myself, I have to be accountable to Alayna too. She may and will judge my actions when she is older and I want her to have the best. I sadly cannot always be the best. I will keep trying.
What about parents with children who have disabilities? what if their children are non verbal and have cognitive disabilities? What if it is getting harder and harder for parents to cope everyday and no one can help because we are all drowning together? What if they are losing hope?
On this day of the African child I want to whisper to the African parent that I know we have been through much, some of us raised with hard stances in life. We are trying to unlearn bad traits and learn new, better ones. We are valued and loved by our children. We try.